Sometimes I feel like I’m stuck in this mind that isn’t mine. That doesn’t makes sense though does it? How could it be anyone elses mind, I’m the only one who knows what I think and what goes through my head. But I never understand it. I dont know why I do most things I do, I dont know why I say most things that I say, better yet why I dont say the things I should. Most of the time it just doesn’t work. I dont have words in my head. I have thoughts, yes. But not ones that form actual responses. If im asked a question im more likely to stop thinking all together than to think of a response and then when I know I have to say something I panic and it just doesn’t work. words aren’t my friends. I don’t know who I am, who does though? I dont know what I’m doing. Who does though? all I know is im never good enough for myself. I have so many different me’s and I cant seem to please any of them. I need to start over. I need to go somewhere where no one knows me and I need to force myself to talk to them. I need to force myself to change. I want to be someone I like. I want to be someone I’m proud of. I want to be happy really. I dont know what that means. Im so “numb” to everything really. what does that even mean though? If I hear someone has cancer I used to get really upset and just torn apart by it but now its like ok… I mean, obviously I dont like it. I dont want anyone to suffer through that but we all do. We all get hurt by life, and we all will get hurt by life every single day until we’re no longer breathing. The fact of the matter is that this world sucks. good people hardly exist anymore. we rely on computers to do everything for us. and we all die. young or old we die. ready or not. We die. That’s fucking depressing, I know. But thats what life is. We’re born so we can “make a difference” but really we just fuck up this place we call our home and disrespect it more than you should ever disrespect anything because we’re greedy bastards who care about ourselves and ourselves only. because thats life. we’re born, we “live”, we die. 

Oh, yeah, guys.

Guys, guys, guys.

Guess what?

Gonna be in Seattlantis for Fourth o’ July.

http://www.tampabay.com/news/publicsafety/crime/victim-of-miami-zombie-is-a-long-time-homeless-man/1232626

There’s the story. There’s even a picture of the man’s face after it was eaten. Just horrible :/

YOU AND YOUR STUPID FUCKING SNAKES HADFSDFGa

If I was ever torn between dating two people and I liked them both equally, whoever could take my bra off with their teeth would win. 

apologies in advance but I will probably live/photoblog the upcoming tragedy of hipster kawaii party 2012